Zhan Xiaocheng stared at her quietly for a few seconds, his heavy and tall figure leaning on the back of the sofa, and slowly closing his eyes.

It was the acquiescence that she helped him with his wounds.

Contemplating his handsome and comfortable facial features, sweat beads due to the pain, slightly frowning eyebrows, Ruan Qing's eyes were hot and humid, and his heart was sour and soft.

He was injured so badly, she couldn't see any difference in him before, this man couldn't help but be too bearable.

Ruan Qinghua's fingers holding the tweezers turned slightly white, and he leaned into the wound with neat movements, and took out the bullet accurately and quickly.

Above his head, a muffled snort came out of the man's throat.

Ruan Qinghua saw the dense beads of sweat on his face rolling down layer by layer, so he hurriedly wrung out a clean towel and wiped his sweat with gentle movements.

While his wrist was grabbed by the man, Zhan Xiaocheng opened his eyes.

and Ruan Qinghua's eyes collided.

Looking at the towel in the girl's hand, Zhan Xiaocheng frowned, obviously not liking intimate contact with others, Ruan Qinghua transparently pulled his wrist away from his palm, and pretended to push the frame of his glasses with his other hand to hide his embarrassment.

Catching a glimpse of the faint flush of shyness on the tips of the girl's ears, Zhan Xiaocheng squinted, and looked at the girl's eyes with a hint of unclear inquiry.

Kneeling between his crossed legs, he wrapped gauze around his wounds.

The posture of half-lying on a man is somewhat ambiguous.

In particular, her face almost pressed against his abs, and the hot breath from the girl's breath burned his flesh like a fire.

He has always been self-controlled, but he can't help but breathe heavily, and his waist and abdomen are tight.

Ruan Qinghua noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and her eyelashes drooped slightly, so she naturally noticed the changes under the man's bathrobe.

This man!

Ruan Qinghua was thin-skinned, and immediately made a big red face, and hurriedly looked away in shame, his ears were red and his heart was beating hard.

After hurriedly finishing the finishing work, Ruan Qinghua lowered his head and whispered, "Uncle Seven, the wound has been treated, but it can't be wet, and you still need to take anti-inflammatory drugs to avoid wound infection." ”

Zhan Xiaocheng lowered his eyes and stared at the elastic and comfortable waist and abdominal gauze, and for two seconds, he took out a golden card from his wallet and handed it to Ruan Qinghua.

Spending money to buy peace of mind is nothing more than a hush money to shut up and give her.

The style of the rich children is vividly displayed.

Ruan Qinghua frowned slightly and took the card.

Even if she didn't accept it, Zhan Xiaocheng would think she was just pretending.

Zhan Xiaocheng saw her take the card, the mockery in her eyes was not hidden, Ruan Qinghua pretended not to see it, packed up the medicine box, and turned to leave.

Zhan Xiaocheng leaned in a comfortable position, lit a cigarette, and moved his gaze to the door.

Just in time to catch a glimpse of the girl's thin back drenched in sweat, the thin shoulder straps of pink are faintly visible under the thin layer of fabric.

The gaze went down, and it was the girl's weak and thin waist that could be held in one palm, and finally landed on the pair of white and slender legs under the pleated skirt......

Zhan Xiaocheng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, the smoke rising between his fingers blurred the man's overly sharp facial features, but the faint red stained under his eyes gradually deepened.

…………

When Ruan Qinghua went downstairs, Shen Changru was standing in the lavishly decorated living room, directing the servants to prepare breakfast.

When Shen Changru saw her, Teng Shi's stomach jumped up, pointed at her nose and scolded: "Dead girl, do you still have the face to go downstairs?" Don't look at what time it is? ”